Curtains down,go home,end of your homo show
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough
Bitch you thought you're a rap sumo but you're a rap ho-mo,
My middle names shane, no shame
I like my hoodies fucked with lame
They 22′s or something
What is it? it is nothing,
Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Niggas in the street scared
Your bad is what is alleged
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